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I’ve started and written a lot of stories with content including ABDL and BDSM content over the years. 99.9% of the stories are incomplete. Stories I’ve started, got a good idea going and then lost interest and moved onto another story. 
Here’s hoping that if you like these stories please let me know and I will continue with them. And also if you have any suggestions or critique please feel free to comment.
Our street was predominantly made up of Mums with kids. With me being one of the older kids and having a good knowledge of how things worked, before they called in a maintenance man, I would always try to solve it first. I was the local handyman and could fix most things I put my hand too. Whether it be water leaks, blocked sinks, blocked toilets, swimming pool problems and general maintenance I tried my hand and the neighbours loved me. They always paid me a few pounds here and there and always treated me to tea and cake which was a perk. I wanted to go to college and try my hand at plumbing but I never got round to it. How I wish I could live my life again.
“I’ve given you time to think about it. I’m going upstairs to grab the powder. Now by the time I come back down, you’re either lying on that nappy waiting for me or your gone out the door. And you leave that towel here.”
She walked past me, leaving me with the most ridiculous predicament I had ever faced. Lie on the nappy that was waiting for me and was my only source of clothing for the foreseeable future or drop the towel and walk away naked and be homeless. I had to swallow my pride and I lay down on the towel.
I looked up at the ceiling and stared at the same spot I had done for the first 18 odd years of my life whilst being changed at home. I heard Mum come down the stairs and enter the front room.
“Good boy. You made the right decision.”
She sprinkled a very generous amount of powder on my shaved crotch and as expertly as ever she folded the thick cloth nappy over me, pinned it either side with those stupid teddy bear pins. She ruffled the noisy transparent plastic pants and slipped them over my feet and up my legs lifting my bum up in the process. She then helped me to my feet, checked the leg cuffs and stood back to admire her handiwork. There I stood, at 23 years old back in the nappies I had spent the majority of my life in. How stupid I felt that 6 months ago I was Mr Independent and had it all, and now here I stood, with the one possession, a nappy.
“Well now we need to work out your sleeping arrangements. I’m not having you sleeping on the sofa and ruining it. And you took your bed with you when you left. Whilst you were showering I went across to Ms Smith’s house and grabbed you something. Go out to the garage and bring it in.”
As I waddled noisily out to the garage, there sat the bag containing my bedding for the night. I knew exactly what it was as I brought it back into the house.
“You know how Ms Smith’s son was disabled. Well he’s now being looked after in a home so she didn’t need this. Take it up to your room and set it up. I’ll grab some bedding for you.”
I waddled up the stairs and set the bag down in the middle of my room. I took out the various parts and put them together. As I stood back, I felt so stupid. I looked on as the ‘cot’ was there. It was a big, plastic cot, similar to a child’s travel cot except this was a lot bigger and made for an adult. Ms Smith was disabled and slept in this to prevent him doing any damage to himself. At one end it had a doorway that opened up for the person to crawl inside or an adult could lower them in. It had net sides and a padded foam mattress inside. Mum walked in and praised me on my handiwork.
“Well I found you a pillow and blanket. Get yourself in there and I will bring you drink up.”
I tried to climb over the railing but the bulkiness of the nappy made it impossible so inevitably Mum lifted the hatch up and in front of her I had to get down on my hands and knees and crawl inside, just like a baby. She shut the hatch behind me and I looked up, she looked other staring down at me like a maternal giantess. I covered myself up with the quilt and as she disappeared downstairs I felt myself welling up.
Mum came back in a few minutes later clutching a baby bottle full of milk.
“Now I would have brought you a cup but you’d have no doubt spilled that everywhere, so it’s in a bottle. Now drink it all up and get yourself a good night’s sleep.”
She handed me the bottle, kissed her hand, rubbed it on my forehead and switched out the light. I felt so stupid sucking on the baby bottle, but just a little bit of me felt so relaxed and de-stressed. I was lying here in a nappy and sucking a bottle, but the stresses and strains of my constant battle to avoid debt were practically over for the time being.
I woke up to the sound of the birds chirping, the sun shining through the window and I actually felt like I had had a good night’s sleep. At my old place the neighbours would play music endlessly, there were no birds and the high rise buildings blocked out the sun. I crawled out of the cot, stood up and looked down at my nappy. It was inevitable that I was going to have to use it and I just let go of my bladder. I could feel the warmth against my skin and like whilst I was growing up, it felt so natural. I peed and walked at the same time, going downstairs and into the kitchen where Mum was making breakfast.
“Hey baby. How are you? Did you sleep well?” She asked, kissing me on the cheek.
“Yeah, apart from this stupid nappy, it was the best nights sleep I had in ages. Thanks”
She smiled and we sat down at the table with a bacon cob and a cup of tea. She began discussing the plans for me, going over what was said last night.
“I stand by my decision and I hope you do to. You are back in those stupid nappies for the foreseeable future. And that is all you have. This morning you need to go over to Ms Smith’s house and cut her lawn, then over to Aunt Sally’s house. Her gutters need clearing and she has a few jobs for you. You happy with that?”
“Will i get some shorts or clothes?” I asked worriedly.
“Like we discussed last night, those nappies and plastic pants are the only things you own in this world right now. I will put a roof over your head and provide you with food, I wouldn’t let you down like that. But you need to earn the right to buy yourself things. So no, you can’t have any clothes. I have told the neighbours you are back in town and willing to do any jobs that are required no matter how big or small and they can pay you what they like.”
I just gave her the puppy dog eyes but she wasn’t having any of it. When Mum stood her ground, there was no budging. Once we had eaten up, I took the plates to the dishwasher and filled it. I stood around the kitchen trying to delay the inevitable. I
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